Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 122

Cordelia sat slumped at her desk, now changed into her cozy pajamas. Elbows planted firmly on the wood, she cradled her smartphone in her hands, awaiting a reply from the members of her social group chat.

Since yesterday, the question had been gnawing at her, who exactly was Everard? Even Sanderson, the guy who knew everyone in town, didn’t recognize the name. Could it be that Everard was a ghost, a figment of her Imagination?

This morning’s chat in the Pioneers Group sparked a realization, the group was a melting pot of professionals from various fields. Surely someone might know him, right?

But after she posted her question, the chat fell eerily silent.

After a torturous two–minute wait, a reply finally popped up.

Bland asked, [Lia, are you pulling our leg? How could you not know him?]

Cordelia blinked, her instincts telling her that Bland knew Everard. She typed back hastily, [Who is he?]

Silence fell over the group once again.

Just as she was about to probe further, another message came through.

Nolnterruptions said, [Never heard of him.]

Like an icebreaker, the message prompted a flurry of responses.

Pianoman said, [Nope, doesn’t ring a bell.]

Mathster replied, [A mystery to me.]

Painter said, [Who?]

Chef replied, [Not a clue.]

Others all replied, [No idea.]

Everyone chimed in except Louie Adams. Cordelia’s brow furrowed as she read the stream of ignorance, finally addressing Bland directly, [So, you’re the one who knows him, @Bland?]

Bland replied, [No, I definitely do not.]

confused, texting. [?]

a brain fart. Got

was speechless,

nobody

– [If anyone digs up anything about him, I’d appreciate a heads up. Thanks.]

set her phone aside and opened the book “The Periodic Table” that she’d borrowed from her grandmother. The technical jargon was almost alien

the pages with a heavy sigh.

thought her high school education was comprehensive and had even self–studied

double down on her efforts.

of milk and honey. “Get some sleep, dear. You have to rest to regain energy,”

always open to good advice, nodded in

new message popped up on her

asked. [Lia, why are you asking about this Everard guy?]

rarely held back from Louie. She pondered for a moment before replying with the naked truth,

quickly, No way.

[Yes, do you

back a cryptic message: [Be careful around him in real life. Keep your distance.]

distance? They hadn’t even been in contact

stay away from him, my heart literally aches.]

expected Louie to misunderstand, thinking she was waxing poetic about love, just as

decide, Louie

Cordelia felt Louie understood her meaning. After a moment’s thought, she responded: [Because “Love or Die” curse. Do you

Louie went silent.

typing indicator blinked for another ten minutes, but still no message. Was there

and returning, Cordelia found Louie’s response: I know. I’ll see your

knew. He actually

with a glimmer of hope. Anyone else might have called him immediately, but Cordelia was patient by nature. If Louie said tomorrow, she

single word – [Okay]

into bed. Just as she was about to turn off the device, it rang, the sharp tone jarring in

Everard’s number. What could he want at this

more velvety

somehow more appealing. She hesitated before finally speaking.

so soothing